[Training] in the machinery of night

Ophelia

They may be dulled to the idea of death for different reasons, but it's better than the alternative of being at odds, glibness landing wrong. In fact Ophelia glows like a miniature sun at Wessex's simple compliment, fangs on full display with the force of their grin. It's a bit trickier to think their way out of this new position, but is that not what training is meant for? Improving and repeating over and over until it was muscle memory.

"If your weapon was not enforced, I could snap it or bury the blade into the ground if I kicked down," they muse aloud, the machine nature of what had once been lungs ensuring they do not sound breathless even as Wessex starts pressing forward with insistent pressure. "Otherwise-" Ophelia plants their hands on the General's shoulders, and with all their might leaps high to clear the scythe and boost themself backwards and away with feet to the Wraith's chest. It's the most unexpected thing they can consider - if they were a bit taller, perhaps they would have hooked a leg 'round Wessex's neck to bring her down, but for now they do not have that superhuman level of musculature and power that the older Ascended have.

With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?